"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet"Aristotle
Daigon FontenotWho Am I
I’m playing my instrument, booming at the band hall.
I’m eating my mother’s delicious spaghetti. I’m biking down a steep hillI’m candy in a bulging bag after Halloween.
I’m money, after a hulking cash deposit!
I’m pools, cooling off on a hot summer day.
I’m not a cat person, crawling around.
I’m not shopping at a mall, to fancy for me.
I’m not my evil sister, plotting to steal my stuff.
I’m not cleaning my room, the perfect place for sleeping.
I’m NOT waking up from a perfect dream.
"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet"Aristotle
Daigon FontenotWho Am I
I’m playing my instrument, booming at the band hall.
I’m eating my mother’s delicious spaghetti.
I’m biking down a steep hillI’m candy in a bulging bag after Halloween.
I’m money, after a hulking cash deposit!
I’m pools, cooling off on a hot summer day.
I’m not a cat person, crawling around.
I’m not shopping at a mall, to fancy for me.
I’m not my evil sister, plotting to steal my stuff.
I’m not cleaning my room, the perfect place for sleeping.
I’m NOT waking up from a perfect dream.
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